Happy Christmas Dear Reader,
I awakened from a night of busy dreams that I barely
recall. They are on the edge of memory
and I can almost touch them. It is the
creative people who paint the landscapes of the night that can thrill, delight,
and terrify.
So many things go on whilst we sleep. I have been thinking about this more since my
Daughter, went to Australia. She is just
entering the evening when I am getting up for the day. When I see her on line at noon, I realize
that she has awakened in the wee hours of the morning. It has reminded me that the needs of the
world go on even when I am deeply involved in the creations of my dreams at
night.
This thought led me to thinking about the fleeting nature of
sleep, dreams, and rest. This led to the
reminder that the one we follow never sleeps.
Even when he seems to be far away and even unreachable, the purpose of
Christmas, Jesus is working in the world to care for us. Our real needs matter more than we imagine or
understand.
We rush toward the day and the things it means to us. Many of us forget that the Father never
sleeps. He is never far away. He is never absent from us no matter how hard
we run away from truth and faith. The
one we follow never sleeps but sometimes we act as if he does.
Where are you Christmas?
You are in the heart of the truth that the Father never sleeps. The Son
is always leading us home. The Spirit
lives and works within us constantly nudging us to follow the Son more closely. He constantly calls to those who need the Son
so desperately.
I have already heard talk of putting away Christmas. I am seeing so much that says we are not
seeing the day for what it is. We must
determine to carry it in our hearts, minds, and dreams always. We have to have it mean everything it is
whenever we can.
Those who rage against the commercial nature of this Holy
Day are not wrong. We must remember
though, that the baby must stay. He
becomes the man who dies. He becomes the
risen Son. He becomes the one who will
hear the Father one day call us all home.
And so, as we enter the long weekend that leads to Christmas, Dear
Reader, I remind you that there is always time for another Christmas song.
Another Christmas Song
– Jethro Tull
Hope everybody's ringing on their own bell, this fine
morning.
Hope everyone's connected to that long-distance phone.
Old man, he's a mountain.
Old man, he's an island.
Old man, he's a-waking says
"I'm going to call, call all my children home."
Hope everybody's dancing to their own drum this fine morning
---
the beat of distant Africa or a Polish factory town.
Old man, he's calling for his supper.
He's calling for his whisky.
Calling for his sons and daughters, yeah
Calling, calling all his children home.
Sharp ears are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming.
Mist blowing round some headland, somewhere in your memory.
Everyone is from somewhere ---
even if you've never been there.
So take a minute to remember the part of you
that might be the old man calling me.
How many wars you fighting out there, this Winter's morning?
Maybe it's always time for another Christmas song.
Old man he's asleep now.
He's got appointments to keep now.
Dreaming of his sons and daughters, proving
proving that the blood is strong.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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